Wednesday, February 02, 2011
I visited other blogs with the intention of commenting. That would be my contribution to the blogoshere today. Not just lurk, but interact with others by commenting on what I had just read. Besides, the only other alternative is to go outside and move snow out of the way. A warm cup of coffee and some light reading seemed a more enticing activity.
It is odd that I feel I can say whatever I want to complete strangers located who knows where , yet if we were face to face, I would most likely be silent. Somehow I have a misguided trust in the protective aspects of the Internet. I know it is misplaced confidence, but there it is. If I were to piss off the right, or rather the wrong person with my often acidic comments, they could find me. I use my real name and post the town and state I live in. I have even given out my address more than a few times. I figure it this way. I am what I am and hiding behind an alias has never been my style. If someone wants to haunt me, hound me, stalk me, then I say go for it. But I do not feel I am a very high priority target. Just another slob on the Internet who has an overblown perception of his own importance.
I'd say I was just a regular Joe, but that would be incorrect. We are all different, just most of us are uniformly different. I feel I am safely inside the lines we draw between crazy and not crazy, stupid and not so stupid. A face in the crowd you skip over because I'm standing next to some hot babe who really is the eye catcher.
This morning I must have ingested a silly pill or some dufus gas because several of the comments I left came from not out of left field, but outside the ball park completely. I threatened to drop a dime on someone because their video tour of their basement exposed some glaring electrical code violations. I also got off on some tangent of hiring a local to take photos of cars running the stop sign at Sam Page Road and Rte 109. A poem I read found me trying hard to be serious. I managed to, but it was a luke warm effort. And then in desperation, I invoked the "Leave to Beaver" emergency comment on Demeur's serious post regarding dominoes and the SOTU.
I gotta say, it is more fun being silly than the alternative. Later......... I have some snow to move.